He said, stop what you're doing, get down on your knees [OPEN]

[tidesnpc]

Characters: The crew of Serenity
Content: Rescue mission in a dock warehouse!
Setting: A warehouse on the outskirts of Bydan
Time: Evening
Warnings: Violence

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DELIVERY ENTRANCE - STARTING POINT FOR TEAM KICK-IN-THE-DOOR

[tidesnpc]

A pair of huge garage doors open up into a delivery bay, designed for the loading and unloading of bulky crates from trucks. A number of workers are milling about, moving crates and pallets. The guards here are out in the open, scanning the area grimly for signs of trouble.

Less obvious is the mounted gatling gun hidden behind a false wall on the second level, overlooking the bay. In the event of attack, the fake wall can fall away and the gun will then be free to work its terrible magic.

[surfaceshine]

Dean had been pretty certain, starting out, that his knee wouldn't give him enough trouble to be considerable; by the time he got a look at the layout, though, he thought maybe he was in over his head. His dad had taught him tactics, and it was that training that fed him the grimmest feedback: humans and fortifications weren't normally his thing. He wasn't sure he wanted to start, now.

But he was here, and he'd brought as many regular ammunition rounds as he could stuff into his satchel and coat pockets without hindering his movement too much. The Impala was snug against his thigh and his khukri blade was strapped to his hip. Crouching with his bad leg out straight, he said nothing, but instead waited to hear what Zoe would want them to do.

[theschmotone]

The sheer amount of metal that his crewmate was wearing almost rivaled what Dimo himself had strapped on, and the Jäger crouched on the opposite side of the doors as he awaited orders. Between his own collection of blades and Bang's, he was armed literally to the teeth. He could smell the anticipation in the air along with the sharp scent of the metal, and thought that few things could make this day better.

[takemesir]

Zoë poked her head around the corner briefly, scoping out the delivery bay. There were some guards, but they had the drop on them for now.

Two men on catwalks. Two on ground level. Probably more she couldn't see. Her first instinct was to roll a few grenades in, but there were those workers; she didn't know how much they knew about what was going on in this place. She'd rather not indiscriminately blow them up unless she was sure they deserved it.

She motioned for her squad to move in, and then quickly rounded the corner, raising her rifle to squeeze off a shot at one of the men patrolling the catwalks.

[surfaceshine]

Dean was watching silently when Zoe started her reconnaissance; he watched her eyes find the four men he'd already seen, and was not so secretly grateful that she chose the merciful option for the sake of the workers. He might feel differently about that later, but for now, when she tensed to stand and go, he followed suit.

He caught the motion from the corner of his eye, already staring ahead at where he was going to go, reaching to slide the Impala quietly from her holster and into his strong hand. She went high, so when he leaned out from his cover, he leveled his own gun at one of the ground patrol, his own shot so close behind hers that there weren't even two distinct reports.

[theschmotone]

Dimo himself felt a brief surge of disappointment at not being signaled to attack the first people he'd truly consider targets, but followed Dean and Zoe into the building proper. There'd hopefully be more chances to get his teeth and claws into the enemy shortly, and in the meantime, his sense of loyalty was stronger than his bloodlust at this point. He'd follow directions until ordered to do otherwise.

When the shots rang out, he grinned, and quickly pulled a large knife from its sheath on his hip. So they were attacking--just not loudly. He could live with that. Dimo grinned a fierce grin, then sent the knife hurtling toward the other guard on the ground level's throat.

[tidesnpc]

The well timed attacks seemed to catch the guards by surprise, Zoe's shot sending one to his knees, and Dean's causing another to yelp in pain, dropping his gun.

Dimo's on the other hand caught a third in the throat, making them gurgle blood and collapse in a heap. The workers scattered, and the remaining guards started barking orders and returning fire, though the corner gave the attackers some decent cover.